Words Unsaid

not just a drop

but the pain

pain that still have a hope

hope of your survival

the fake hope that keeps

me alive,

keeps me alive even

after those wounds on my hand,

that poison in my body

and

that bleeding heart

which is still bleeding with

the same pain.

It may be 9 months for the 

the world but

my brain still have your name

my heart still have your love

my skin still wants to feel you over

my lips still misses your kisses

I want you to come back

not in dream anymore

but in reality

to hold me in the same 

way as before

to scold me for all my 

mistakes

to protect me from

everyone.

I want to scream

I want to cry

I want to break everything

but all I could do

is smile and say

I'm fine

n now I'm finally realizing that,
 crying because of fight

was easier n better than

crying to fight.

Its been 6 years, but I can still remember everything like it was yesterday when he was with me making plans of lifetime.

He is not gone alone, he took away those friends with him who I thought were mine, that life that I loved and more or less he took me....that part of me that I loved and left me here with a stranger within me.